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New Malden

My name is Rachel Carr and I started This Is Carrt in 2014 when my husband's job moved to Germany and I decided to give up my day job in the city and go with him on the adventure! I had always loved to travel and write, and was also passionate about photography so one day I sat down and mingled all three of them on this website and my Etsy page. I write about a wide range of things like how to cope with airline hand luggage allowances to what to wear to any destination wedding. However, when I write up a holiday destination, there are more often than not a few common themes linking what are otherwise very different places:

1) Food. I love to eat. It structures my day to day life as well as any trip that I go on. I think food is a great way to start to experience a new culture as well as meeting new people.

2) Value. I don't get swayed by places to be seen and clothing to be seen in for the sake of it. I hate being ripped off. Be that by a fiver or by hundreds of pounds. If an activity or an excursion I go on is expensive but an amazing experience, I will still highly recommend it, but won't recommend it simply because it is deemed luxury.

3) Beauty. I love looking at pretty things. They don't have to have a purpose!

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A French Weekend

Our Blog - Dedicated to Travel, Food, Lifestyle and Fashion

With a love of travel and writing as well as a passion for photography, this blogsite and my Etsy page mingles all three.

A French Weekend

Rachel Carr

At the weekend, I was lucky enough to visit a friend of mine who is living for a short while in the beautiful foot hills of the Midi Pyrenees near the town of Saint Girons. Having been before, it was the perfect destination for me and my burgeoning bump as the littlest things take all the energy from me at the moment. By visiting somewhere I knew well, and with a short flight, any crazy pregnancy worries were allayed, and I found myself flying from Heathrow to Toulouse on a Friday night.

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By getting to France with all the weekly commuters on the last day of the week, it meant that I could visit St Girons's incredible Saturday market. Whilst I couldn't quite buy everything that I usually would with gusto (cured ham, unpasteurised cheese, red wine and yet more ham), it was still very enjoyable, not least because it was February and I didn't need a coat. The sun was shining and there was still a feast of items that I could nibble on whilst perusing over raffia baskets and sheepskin throws. I bought an extra soft lambswool wrap and managed to come away without a pair of baby sheepskin slippers, which I thought quite the accomplishment. 

Given the glorious weather, Miss H and I stayed in town a little longer than usual and joined the throngs of people sitting on the terrace at Le Bouchon for lunch. I had an amazing local cod dish laced with my annual supply of garlic, reasoning that I was husband free for the weekend. Miss H, in an effort to be angelic, ordered a salad which turned out to be quite the mountain of goodies including envy inducing smoked duck. This larger than usual lunch (all washed down with fresh french bread) resulted in a wonderful afternoon nap on the terrace in the sunshine when we returned home. 

The following few days followed a similar pattern for me of eating then sleeping in the sun. It was magnificent! One morning we did manage to make it to Guzet Nieges, the nearby ski resort where I indulged my inner child and had a yummy hot chocolate before moving on to other standard ski food like a galette and frites. It was just a shame that I didn't have quite the guilt free eating that a ski holiday usually provides. The skies were bright blue however so it was otherwise a perfect way to spend a morning. 

The following few days followed a similar pattern for me of eating then sleeping in the sun. It was magnificent! One morning we did manage to make it to Guzet Nieges, the nearby ski resort where I indulged my inner child and had a yummy hot chocolate before moving on to other standard ski food like a galette and frites. It was just a shame that I didn't have quite the guilt free eating that a ski holiday usually provides. The skies were bright blue however so it was otherwise a perfect way to spend a morning. 

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I was due to leave on Wednesday morning, and only one day of that time was cloudy. So on Tuesday, now with Mr and Mrs H in tow, we went for a long lunch to celebrate Miss H's impending birthday. We dined at the Auberge from the a la carte menu, although it was full of locals tucking into the menu of the day. If you ever find yourself in this neck of the woods, I heartily recommend seeking this restaurant out. The chefs are delightful, the wait staff hilarious, the room is warm and inviting and the food, of course, fantastic. The pork steak I had for my main course will be permanently etched in my memory owing not only to its tastiness, but also its size. It was literally the biggest hunk of meat I have ever seen served on one plate. I can't wait to have it again. 

My time, all weekend, was therefore spent doing what I love most, eating with friends and talking about everything and anything under the sun. It was a glorious few days and just the right amount of activity and travel to allay my itchy feet before they get too heavy with water retention. Please let me know if you'd like any advice for visiting this unspoilt region - there is so much to do to please all the family, and so easy to get to, all with the most picturesque of backdrops - snow topped mountains and babbling brooks are everywhere to be seen. 

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